Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lebanon Hanover to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Dorothy Ashby,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
Khruangbin,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
PIL,
The Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
The Sound,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
Symarip,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Dennis Brown,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
The Fall,
Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
The Knickerbockers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Trumans Water,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.